Everything was either too difficult or not achievable due to the basis of not being able to read. You see my parents still believed school cost money.... They wouldn't send us to school because of this. No one ever came from child services to check up on us either, since most in our neighborhood couldn't afford to be born in a hospital, so all of us were born in the house. The youngest Roxie was a near lost. The only reason my mother and her weren't killed is because of the six bottles of beer my. As I felt his cockhead press for entry, he moved his hands around my torso, and whisper, “Now let ole Candy in, son.”He moved with a rhythm reminiscent of a moseying horse, passing shimmering cacti in a cloudless desert. My hole was the cloudless desert and Candy’s cock was the moseying horse in this Sonoran scene. The scene rippled, replaced itself, then dissipated. More desert images came to my mind as Candy continued the luxurious rhythm.“It’s been so long, son, since I had a deep hole to. He wanted to claim her.He slipped her sheets off the side of her body, fully exposing her sleeping form from chest to feet. His hand slipped around her asscheeks to between her thighs, softly prodding the thin cotton fabric of her underwear. "Mm you like that don't you sweetie, when Daddy touches you" He breathed quietly, his fingers softly caressing the outline of her pink lips. He couldn't resist anymore. One hand reaching into his briefs and grasping his hard, throbbing cock. He already had. I looked down to see if Julie had noticed and could tell she was looking right up the leg of my shorts at my cock. Knowing Julie had a good view of my cock made it twitch involuntarily, giving her an even better view. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I was praying she would hurry up and grab the bar so I could step back a little. She reached up and instead of grabbing the bar she slid her hand in to my shorts and wrapped her hand around my cock. Without letting go she pulled herself.